Queen Aurora

"Let them," he growled "I am The King!" and removed his fingers from her throat and rammed them up inside of her. She gasped at the boldness, the pain, and the pleasure. His mouth lowered onto her nipples once more and his other hand started to thrust inside of her. She felt immense pain but also such deep pleasure. She cried and moaned at the same time which was quite a pleasing sound to her King. He increased his rate of thrust with his fingers and watched Aurora's beautiful face contort with the conflicting sensations.

The King's thumb found its way to that pleasure button at the top of her slit and started to rub it in quick, hard circles. Aurora clenched her jaw shut to keep from crying out for more. With a moan he licked every inch of her breasts. For the third time that day she felt the pressure build deep within her. Her breath started coming out in quick, sharp bursts and she thrust back against The King's hand. He bit down hard on her nipple and she succumbed to the release, moaning over and over. The King covered her mouth with one hand and kept fucking her with his fingers. "Once you cum you are mine," he rasped into her ear. Aurora didn't know what that was but when it happened, she knew exactly what he meant. Her body began the familiar convulsions and she arched her back up off the carriage and into the body of The King.

"Yes, yes, oh God yes," she moaned, rocking her hips steadily with the thrusting of his fingers. A low chuckle rose up from The King's throat, giving her a few more good, hard thrusts before slowly removing his fingers from her. He examined them and saw the blood tinged wetness and his eyes widened in surprise.

"I believe I just took your maidenhead with mine own hand," he said, sounding amused and aroused. Aurora could have fainted with relief.

"Yes, your Grace I believe you have. I felt it tear open as you pushed your fingers in and out. It hurt, but your thumb on my button felt so good," she breathed, voice trembling slightly. Thankfully The King took it as just her comedown from what he assumed was her first climax.

"Now it is time for you to return the favor," he said flatly. Aurora's eyes widened. Was he really going to take her right there where anyone who looked out of the windows could see? The King helped her down, replaced her in the spot where she had been sitting, and then put his hands upon her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees in front of him. Aurora looked up at him and pleaded with her King.

"Please, sire, do not make me do this. Not here, not like this, please!" she begged. The King responded by pulling his cock out of his breeches and holding it before her. Her eyes welled up with tears once more and she shook her head furiously as he moved his massive cock closer to her mouth.

"We can do this simply, or we can do this in a way that I promise you will not like but I will enjoy it very much," said The King, slowly stroking himself. The sight of this girl on her knees in the dirt excited him greatly. When Aurora still refused to open her mouth, The King grabbed a fistful of her copper hair with one hand and used the other to grasp his cock and shove it into her mouth. "If I feel teeth you will lose them," he growled as his cock passed through her quivering mouth. Aurora fought the urge to vomit as his cockhead prodded the back of her throat. The King kept her head still as he began to thrust into her mouth and throat. The large, veiny cock was too much for her and she gagged. This made him laugh and quicken his pace. Each time he hit the back of her throat she would double over and gag. She had never tasted something so horrible. He was salty and bitter, just like his personality. She hated the feeling of his balls smacking her chin and hoped this wouldn't be too common of an occurrence.

"You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth," moaned The King, fucking his bride-to-be's mouth. Aurora felt him swell against her tongue and she realized that she was going to have to taste his seed. The tears started to flow down her dusty cheeks again and a whimper rose in the back of her throat. "Aw, what's the matter? You don't like being throat-fucked? Well you had better get used to it. I will take you every way, any time I like. Best start practicing now," His hips started moving with his hand, giving Aurora little room to move or even breathe. The King started to grunt and moan. "Use your tongue," he commanded. Aurora wasn't sure what he meant but she dared not ask. She lifted her tongue off the roof of her mouth and wildly started to run it along his cock wherever it could reach. The King moaned again, louder. She thought back to the valet, and what he had done to her with his tongue.

Maybe I can please him the same way, Aurora thought. She used the flat part of her tongue and pressed it against the tip of The King's cock, then began to swirl it in circles around its head. The King stopped thrusting into her throat, savoring the feeling of the girl's tongue wrapped around his cockhead.

"That's right, just like that," he groaned. His legs began to tremble slightly. Aurora moved her tongue up and down The King's cock, flicking it over the tip of it where it was beginning to leak a hot, salty liquid, causing Aurora to choke once more. The King chuckled darkly and began to thrust into her throat again. His moans and breath came quicker and quicker. Aurora moved her head back and forth, all the while using her tongue to massage every inch of his cock that she could reach. "Good girl," he grunted, increasing his rate of thrust. Again with each thrust to the back of her throat Aurora gagged and struggled to breathe around the massive cock in her mouth. Just when she was sure she couldn't take anymore, The King dug his fingers into the back of Aurora's head and pushed himself all the way into her throat, her nose buried in the coarse hair above The King's cock, his balls flush against her chin, and his cock emptied itself into her mouth and throat. The piping hot liquid filled her up and splashed out around her lips, she could feel it starting to creep into her nasal cavity. The King grunted and gave one last thrust into her throat, then slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth. "Good girl," he breathed and finally let go of the back of Aurora's head causing her to fall back onto her ass.

The King stood up and pulled her back to her feet. Aurora's breasts were still out and he couldn't help but grab them and lick them before she fixed her gown, brushed the dirt off of her and put her breasts away. "Mmm," he groaned. "I cannot wait until I can do that, and more, anytime I desire. And I will desire you quite a bit," he whispered as the two of them started up the lane. Aurora knew that her cheeks were flushed and streaked with dirt, tears and cum, and she was sure they would be able to tell that her hole was wet and aching from where their King had just fingered her.

"Ah, there you two are. We were just about to sit down for supper," her mother said flatly as Aurora and The King entered the manor. She tried to get a read of her mother's emotions but her mother's face was a blank slate. The King had his arm around Aurora's waist and shook his head.

"We have a long ride ahead of us tomorrow. I will be turning in, and I demand that Aurora get some sleep as well," The King commanded her mother. Aurora fought the urge to smile as her mother's face turned a deep shade of red. Her eyes flitted to Aurora's and narrowed them. Then her mother moved her eyes back to The King and gave him her largest, fakest smile.

"At once, Your Grace," her mother said through pursed lips and gritted teeth. "Aurora, say goodnight to His Majesty and head straight on up to bed. You'll be leaving first thing in the morning. Your Grace, the Lord's chambers are ready for you and your men are supping in the kitchen, they know where they are to sleep," her mother said while slipping out of the room. The King and Aurora exchanged glances.

"Goodnight, Your Grace. I look forward to the morning," Aurora said breathlessly. She could feel her father's eyes boring into the back of her head as she dropped into a low curtsy, then walked up the stairs.

"Your daughter is a fine woman, my Lord. A fine woman," The King said to Aurora's father. The Lord stiffened and mumbled a thank you that The King didn't even care to hear. He walked down the hallway into the Lord's chambers and awaited his bride-to-be.

Upstairs, Aurora was pacing nervously. She was about to lay with a man for the second time within a day, and a different man than the first on top of everything. And he is THE KING. And she was to be his Queen. Aurora sighed and slowly sat down upon the stool right beside the window through which her first lover had escaped. She stared at the spot that she watched him disappear into the woods and wished he was back with her. She recalled every single moment with him and almost without conscious thought she began to touch her breasts and play with her nipples through the soft satin fabric of her gown. Her head lolled to the side and rested upon the cool stone of the window pane. It did little to stifle the heat rising inside of her. Before long she felt that familiar throb between her thighs followed by a rush of wetness.

It amazed Aurora how touching her nipples could ignite the sleeping ember at the top of her slit, causing it to ache and beg to be touched. Almost as if it is jealous of the attention and pleasure being given to other areas. Aurora sighed again and dropped her hands into her lap. She was becoming a fiend for pleasure. It was all she could think about now. She stood up and undid her gown and allowed it to drop to her ankles. Her mother had warned her not to wear anything too complicated, after all.

Aurora decided on a simple cream colored shift that showed off the tops of her breasts, was cut off above the knee, and was almost completely sheer, her nipples showing through the fabric where it sat tightly on her chest. She felt mild amusement at the fact that seeing her own body like that was turning her on and making her wet. A thought crossed her mind and with a small giggle she dropped onto her bed and laid back, just as she had for the valet. Aurora placed her hands on her chest, cupping her breasts and massaging her nipples. It didn't take long for her to feel another rush of wetness.

This time she leaned into it, savoring the sensations, desperate to give herself mind-bending pleasure. Her hand slid down and rested between her thighs where she pressed her hand up against her slit and held the fabric there letting it soak up her juices. When she lifted her hand away the fabric clung to her wetness, she didn't realize how turned on she was and had been all day since she decided what she was going to do. Aurora's finger traced her button with one finger and the other hand making the exact same movements worked on her nipple.

She quickened her pace with her finger, tired of that, then quickly began to move her hand up and down causing shot after shot of hot pleasure to shoot through her sex. She brought her knees up and let them fall apart to spread herself open as much as she could. The added access to her wet place allowed her to find the sweetest spot on that wondrous little rosebud at the top of her silky, hot slit and she cried out a little before clamping down on her lip. It was the most intense of any sensation she had ever felt. It was a white-hot fire burning into her, but that fire was pure ecstasy. It felt too good; so good it almost hurt to touch, but touch she did. She took her middle finger and let it slide up and down her slit making sure everything was nice and soaked.

After her entire cunt was glistening and slippery she took that same finger and pressed it firmly against that sweet spot and began to move it in fast circles. Her legs instantly began to shake and she had to fight the urge to take her finger off of that spot but she held fast, fingering herself hard and fast. Aurora couldn't help but arch her body almost all the way up off her bed. She felt her climax fast approaching. This one was going to be the most intense one yet, she could feel it. Her legs began to shake and her breath was coming out in short, harsh bursts.

"Ohhh. Ohhh my... ohhh... oooohhhhhh," she moaned quietly into her pillow, overcome with convulsions. The pleasure became too much for her to handle and she ripped her finger away from her slit.

Aurora slumped over and struggled to catch her breath, her legs still trembling slightly. Her whole world had changed and she wasn't even married yet. Married. The King. Aurora softly padded across the floor in her bare feet and pushed her ear against the door. She didn't hear anything. Ever so lightly she pushed the door open and took a silent step onto the landing outside of her chambers. Aside from the flickering of the lamps that lined the walls there wasn't a single sound she could hear. With a quick inhale to fill her lungs so she wouldn't have to breathe, she descended the stairs and backed against the wall to do another look around before she hurried to the Lord's chamber where her King and husband-to-be was awaiting her. Leaned up against the wall Aurora thought back to earlier in the afternoon where she had seduced the valet whilst standing in that very spot. She stifled a giggle and slowly peeked her head around the door-frame into the dining room and was greeted with the sight of an empty table sitting in the darkened room. Not even the lamps were lit, the home was truly turned down for the night.

A rush of excitement flooded through Aurora's veins as she rushed across the dining room and into the hallway, where she stopped dead in her tracks. She could hear her father's voice emanating from down the hall and she wondered for a moment if he was in with The King. She took a few quiet steps forward and listened again. The next time her father spoke she was able to discern that his voice was coming from the servant girl's chamber. Confused, Aurora peered her head into the door that was left slightly ajar and had to clasp her hand to her mouth to keep from exclaiming aloud. There was her Lord father with the maid bent over her bureau on the far side of the room, their backs toward the door. The servant girl was moaning her Father's name, and his hands were all over her.

She knew she should look away but she just couldn't. Her father was breaking his vow to her mother and what's worse was she felt pretty certain that this was not the first time it had happened. She watched as her father squeezed the ass cheeks of the servant girl who was only 18, just a few months older than Aurora herself. The girl began to moan as her father reached forward between the girl's thighs and Aurora imagined her father had to be touching the serving girl's rosebud. His hips bounced off the servant's ass, he panted and groaned. Then his thrusts came more rapidly and his breathing quickened. Charlotte knew what was about to happen to her father. And so, too, did the servant girl.

"My Lord, I want your seed inside of me. Fill me up, My Lord," she moaned.

"I'll spill my seed deep inside your fertile little cunt. And after you'll drink the tea, just like all the other girls," he said in a low growl. "Now shut up before my cunt of a wife hears you," he said with a dark chuckle and he slammed his cock hard into the servant girl.

"Yes, m'lord. I'll drink the tea. My cunt is yours to control," she choked out through her groans. Aurora realized that the girl was crying. How could she be crying but also moaning and clearly enjoying this, and wants it to happen again and again. Aurora had a brief passing thought. She imagined that she had a cock and was the one fucking the servant in the middle of the night while the rest of the house slept. The thought created a stir between her thighs. Every logical part of her told her to get the hell away from the scene she was witnessing but she had a morbid desire to watch her father cum inside the servant girl. He grabbed a fistful of the girl's blonde hair and pulled her head back as far as he could and with his free hand he held onto her shapely hip. His groans turned into moans and a few moments later he gave the servant girl one last, hard, deep, long thrust, then one quick and hard thrust before backing away and pulling the girl up into a standing position, turning her around to face him, and then pushing her down onto her knees by placing each of his hands on either of her shoulders and forcing her to kneel in front of him, his cock dangling inches away from the servant girl's face.

"Lick my cock clean," he commanded. The girl looked up at him with submissive eyes. Her Lord Father then grabbed the back of the servant girl's head and shoved his cock into her mouth.a Aurora stood there, mesmerized, and more than a little turned on.

"Atta girl," her father moaned. After a few moments he took the hand that was guiding the girl's head and placed it on her cheek, as well as putting his other hand on her other cheek. He held her face tightly and then began to thrust into the servant girl's mouth and throat. She could see tears streaming down the girl's face but all of the fight had gone from the rest of her body. Aurora was lost in what she was watching until she felt a hand grip her shoulder. Terrified it was going to be her mother, she whirled around to face whomever had crept up on her. Her breath caught in her lungs at the sight of The King. He was standing before her, wearing the hungriest look she had ever seen. She was sure he was going to cast her aside when he realized what she had been watching, instead he leaned forward and whispered into her ear,

"I cannot stop thinking about doing that to you again,"

Aurora stifled a moan and took a step closer toward her King. He pressed a finger to his lips as he grabbed her hand and motioned for her to follow him. Aurora obliged. Once they were safely within the walls of the Lord's chambers The King went to his bride-to-be and lifted her up, carried her to the bed, and threw her down. The King took in the sight of Aurora in her cream colored shift, the shadow of her nipples visible through the sheer fabric. Then his eyes found the large wet spot on the shift right where it met with her skin. He eyed her pale, creamy thighs and her tight body and then jumped on top of her. He couldn't believe that the delectable creature laid out on the bed in front of him was going to be his until the day he died. Aurora laid there reeling from what she had just witnessed. Just like she had, her father had bedded a servant. She wondered how long he had been doing that, and with how many. What would happen if they did end up pregnant? She didn't want to think about that. She had heard rumors of what other servant girls and maids would do when they fell pregnant after a night with the man of the house. She shuddered. The King mistook her shudder for anticipation and he chuckled darkly.

"I see you started without me," he said, reaching down with one finger to rub the wet spot between Aurora's pale, milky thighs. She blushed deeply and turned her head away, The King took his hand off of her cunt and used it to turn her head back towards him. His grip was intense. She had no choice but to meet his eyes. "Don't ever let me catch you doing that. Once you are mine, I am the only one allowed to pleasure you. That includes your own hand," he said sternly. Aurora nodded slowly.

"Let me hear you say it,"

"Yes, your Grace. I will never touch myself once I am yours," she whispered. The King grabbed her by the throat and growled into her ear.

"Once I fuck you, you are mine. I've had more Queen's than I can count. Never forget that," Aurora's eyes widened and she felt fear. If she wasn't perfect, something terrible would happen to her. She just knew it.